35th of Spring, 14th of Bell, 513 AV
Power was something that was best kept to oneself unless it needed to be displayed, for inspiration or fear. This was something Cyrus absolutely believed in, it was not a good idea for one to show all of their cards before the time came. As such he was very careful to keep his abilities with magic on a need to know basis. He also made a note that no one needed to know.
So it was that the warrior found himself in the Bronze Woods outside the wall of Syliras, preparing to practice his reimancy in seclusion. It was certainly a fine day for it, the sun was shining brightly and the birds chirping happily. The warmth of spring seemed to be full upon them as the trees began their recovery from the winter. Truly it was a fine day to practice, to perfect his powers for when they would be needed.
Cyrus was, as always, dressed in his banded mail armor and had his greatsword strapped to his back, one never knew from where danger might come. Some would call that paranoia, Cyrus suspected that those same people often ended up lying face down in a ditch somewhere with a dagger in their backs. Caution was the better part of valor, another phrase that Cyrus believed in.
The tall well muscled man stopped in a clearing, glancing around briefly to appraise it. There was a large stone sitting on the other side of the clearing, covered in aged moss, and some of the surrounding trees were cut away. It was large enough in diameter for him to easily swing his greatsword around and not hit a thing, giving him plenty of space for him to practice his reimancy.
The warrior nodded approvingly and walked over to the stone, setting his greatsword down on it, followed closely with his gauntlets. They didn't hinder Res generation over much but it was better to form with bare hands in Cyrus' opinion. This accomplished he began to contemplate how he wanted this session to go. He had plenty of time, it was not like anyone was going to stumble upon him here of all places.
